[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse
A husband payed me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch
Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby - it's crazy
While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes
I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti
.45'll kiss your neck like the touch from a lady
Fuck with my luncheon and the pump'll leave you under the daisies
You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies
I'm signin' autographs in Spanish - I live with Michael Jackson's anguish
Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner
Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter
I smoke 'til I got down syndrome - tan gators, brown linen
Multi-colored money, seven different kinds of cheeses
My silhouette resemble Jesus in all seasons
Take a ginger shot...
Doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks
Doin' squats, hope the ox don't drop out
Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth
It's me...
Through the eyes of a G...

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Yo... through the eyes of a G
A-B, utilize what you and I use to see
To move forward...
'Cause I get bored with niggas talkin' 'bout
Who they used to be, what they used to do
My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2
Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport
Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform
I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on
Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move
Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks
You get a F for your efforts, we never trade TEKs
I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece
I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezin'
And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus
'Til then I'm humpin' my lust demons for no reason
Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, hoe..
Yo, yo, check...